The escapades of Barkley Barkerton and the Midnight Whistler

[generativetheme]

As I was sitting at the bus stop a couple nights ago, I was overcome with a sense of amazement at the sheer tragic genius I was surrounded with. There was a guy who was ranting about the fact that if the bus didn't come, he would lose every last ounce of faith that he possessed. A mother and son duo who were sitting next to each other but

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[corporatecasual]

One time when I was in San Francisco I was waiting for a bus and this homeless woman who introduced herself as Anne turned to me and said, "So, what do you want to know? Ask me anything," but of course I totally couldn't think of any questions.

What the fuck is up with buses?